I was crazy about my Becky, but for some reason it did take us three years before we decided to get engaged. I don’t think either of us were in a hu...ry to get married, we were just having a good time. The trouble with sitting in a bar on your own, remembering the good old times, is that its leads you on into remembering the bad time’s as well. The Christmas after Becky and I got engaged things began to go wrong between us. I suppose it was my fault really, we were at a Christmas party and there. A mixture of alcohol and lust had battered down my natural inhibitions. I wanted him. He was living with someone and couldn't take me home. So it had to be there and then. I told him afterwards when we were sharing a drink:"I've never done it in a toilet before"Really? You've never been cottaging?"What's that?"It's what gay men call public loos. Cottages. I'm surprised you don't know that. Are you joking?" No. Seriously, I didn't know that, why would I?"Well most of us have had a fumble with a. "It was my turn to speak fast. "No, I don't. I know what I did wasshitty, and I've already apologized a million times. Just be mad at mefor a while and then--" That won't work. I have to not be mad at you but I also have to not befriends with you. It hurts too much." What about at the skatepark?" You can still go there and I can still go there and maybe sometimeswe'll talk or whatever. We just can't be friends or joke around like weused to." Oh. Okay, then." Okay."There was this really. I never even asked her to show me the pictures because I already knew they had to be faked. When I finally saw the pictures my brain froze. All I could think about was where did they come from. Lisa was waiting for me to confess that I had an affair and instead of trying to explain that the pictures had to be faked I got angry. By the time I got around to trying to tell her they were fakes she wasn't about to believe anything I told her." If I could get my hands on that little fuck Werner right.